Weekends are scary

It's Friday. Yesterday I did not drink. Even when offered. I felt good about that. Especially since my husband drank and became a butt there for a while. He managed to fall a sleep briefly and work up in a better mood.
Yesterday I did not contact my son who I sent off to college on Sat. I had been calling him or texting everyday as this separation has been really hard for me. I read from another support group that you should leave them alone at first. So I decided to do that on Thurs. Also decided to stop drinking. I was pretty good yesterday. Worked hard, then did a little studying for an certificate I'm trying to obtain. Ate dinner. Typed on my groups. Read a book until 11pm. Then I went to lock the doors and I thought I could turn off the outside light because Skye wasn't coming home tonight. He wasn't out on a date. I went to bed and started to cry. I got up and went to the couch where his cat was sleeping and I cried some more.
Today's a new day. I will try to again not contact him and not drink. Weekends are hard. Hard for not drinking. Hard for maintaining a diet. Just damn hard. Will need to stay busy.  I will just keep reminding myself why I'm doing this. If anyone ask why I'm not drinking I will just tell them I haven't been feeling well. That my blood pressure is getting high which it really really is. So I am tying not to drink to see if this helps.